Id say the only thing that’s kept me alive for the last few years is art. Drawing, creating, moulding.
I can believe my art is beautiful but never myself, never the artist.
I thought I could trust him. If I could just go back and tell myself I would be so very wrong…
I’m not LUCKY for being with somebody who can apologize. Especially since he never means it.
why do people talk about me like my name tastes bad? I get called names everyday, and i hear it happen when they think I’m not around. I know im bad, I’m terrible even. I’ll never understand why people treat me this way
ive deadass had a girl force me to watch gore of people cutting themselves and i was like "pls stop wtf" and she goes "but you do this to yourself, dont you like it?" so fuckin twisted....i still speak to her sometimes...did she change?? not a lot but that wont leave my mind likeee ever